On A Loop

The truth
Keeps me awake
Why deny it

I’m a waste of space
Aching carcass
Bloated face
Brain drained
A disgrace

No pulse can keep pace
A broken heart can’t race
Not any more
Hopes, dreams chased
Into darkness

A familiar place
Emotions encased
Sense of self gone
Lost without trace

Until at last a taste
A measure laced
With but a drop
Nothing more
Of hope

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